Chapter 462: Revenge on the Cunning Liar (Part 2)

After arriving at the nearest village outside the city, Weilin spent two silver coins to rent a warehouse in the local village, waiting for the liar to come to the door.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the liar came to the warehouse automatically, with a dull look in his eyes, sitting on a wooden chair.

Weilin moved his mind, and a vine emerged from the ground, tied the middle-aged mage to the wooden chair, and finally blocked his mouth.

After everything was ready, Kyle first applied [Magic Imprisonment], and then removed [Human Confusion] to let the liar recover.

Looking at the surrounding environment, the middle-aged mage instinctively mobilized the magic power in his body, but found that it had no effect at all.

"Damn bastard, you dare to sell me a fake map, you are damned, I still believe you so much." Weilin smiled, operated the vines, transformed into a pair of fists, and kept beating the middle-aged mage's abdomen.

The magic power was imprisoned, and the mouth was blocked, unable to vent the pain brought by the body.

Kyle folded his hands on his chest, leaned aside, and watched this scene quietly.

Weilin drew out his sword, pushed aside the hair covering his face, and said in surprise: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, he looks like a decent person, but he is actually a liar. You said that being a lover of those noble ladies is easier than cheating money."

"Woo, woo, woo, woo"

The middle-aged mage nodded, then shook his head wildly, his eyes full of innocence.

"You dare to pretend to be innocent." Weilin was furious and decided to use a set of great memory technique on the other party first.

For men, a fatal blow is the most unbearable.

Weilin decided to castrate this liar first, and then make him feel ashamed.

Driving the vine, he grabbed a rusty machete in the corner of the warehouse, and without any hesitation, he chopped directly at the middle-aged mage's crotch.

The imagined bloody scene did not happen, which made Weilin feel a little disgusted, and quickly moved away from the middle-aged mage who was tied to the chair.

"I was wondering why you didn't become a noble lady or a lover. It turns out that there is no such thing. Was he caught in bed with someone before and chopped off when he tried to escape?"

"Woo woo woo woo"

The middle-aged wizard shook his head frantically to deny.

But in Weilin's view, this was already a disguised admission.

The more frantically you deny something, the more you are right.

"My Lord, this seems to be a woman?" Kyle suddenly said.

"Woman?" Weilin asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Didn't you block his magic power? This look should be his true face now, how could it be a woman?"

"My Lord, you just broke the other party's disguise, and I found that the other party was a woman." Kyle explained, "But this is also what I am curious about."

"Who cares if he is a man or a woman, if he dares to deceive me, he will have to pay the price. When I have vented enough, you can study him as you like." Weilin waved his hand, not caring whether the liar was a man or a woman.

Seeing this, Kyle stepped aside and continued to be a bystander.

Weilin continued to manipulate the vines, using them as fists to vent his inner dissatisfaction.

Half an hour later, Weilin looked at the desperate mage, untied the vines on his mouth, took out a chair and a pile of fruits from the Druid's Book, and signaled Kyle to start his performance.

Seeing that his master had had enough fun, Kyle moved his mind, grabbed the mage in front of him, and asked gently: "Tell me, what is your name."

The mage stared at Kyle with dull eyes, not ready to answer his question.

Kyle shook his head helplessly, stretched out his right hand, and gently clenched it.

An invisible force squeezed the mage's body.

"Ah--"

The screams sounded and echoed in the warehouse.

"I usually don't do it casually. Don't do it next time, otherwise it's not your body that will suffer, but your soul."

"Do you understand?"

"I understand... I understand... I understand."

A hoarse voice sounded from the mage's mouth.

"Okay, answer my question."

"My name is Zenobia, this is the name I gave myself."

"What's the matter with your appearance?" Kyle didn't waste words and went straight to the point.

"I... I don't know, when I was eight years old... I could change my body shape."

"Can this appearance be maintained without using magic?"

"Yes... yes."

Kyle waved his hand, unlocked the magic restraint on the mage, and said: "Restore your original appearance."

The mage hesitated for a while, met Kyle's cold eyes, and finally chose to give up resistance and restore his original appearance.

Velin sat on the chair and watched attentively.

After a while, an ordinary girl appeared in front of the two.

Without an outstanding appearance, there was nothing cumbersome on her chest. If she was placed in the crowd, she would not be found without a portrait for careful comparison.

"It's a very strange feeling. Magic power is just the trigger. The ultimate source is actually the soul. It's worthy of the soul skills known for their strangeness." Kyle touched his chin, looked up and down at the girl in front of him, and said.

Weilin was also surprised. He didn't expect that this liar actually had soul skills like himself.

"My lord, I want to keep her as a dependent."

"Okay." Weilin nodded and said that he had vented enough, so Kyle could do whatever he wanted.

From beginning to end, neither of them asked Zenobia for her opinion.

As for the person involved, he said that he had no opinion at all, and he didn't dare to have any opinion.

The young man in front of him was no different from pinching himself to death and pinching an ant to death. He didn't dare to resist at all.

Kyle put the girl down, carved the celestial script with his own blood, and introduced it into her soul.

Amid the wailing, the girl was wrapped in light and turned into a giant white egg.

Kyle continued to transfer his magic power into it to transform the other party's body.

Weilin took out fruits from the Druid's Book and watched with relish.

The noise attracted the villagers in the village, but under the obstruction of the village chief, no villagers dared to approach the warehouse, and they could only communicate with each other a few hundred meters away.

The whole process lasted until the next morning, when Kyle stopped his actions and stepped forward to smash the giant white egg.

Before the eggshell fell to the ground, it turned into starlight and gradually disappeared.

Weilin heard the noise, opened his eyes, and woke up.

An angel with white wings on his back appeared in front of him. It was obvious that this was the result of Kyle's work overnight.

The girl gradually came to her senses, fell to the ground, knelt on one knee, crossed her hands, placed them on her chest, and whispered: "Thank you, Master, for giving Zenobia a new life."

"Get up."

Hearing Kyle's voice, Zenobia stood up, turned to face Weilin, and knelt down to salute: "For the deception of the Lord, Zenobia will atone for the rest of her life."

"Get up." Weilin said.

Since Kyle has subdued the other party, he is his own person, and he has also vented his anger, and this matter is over.

"Sin is your code name."

"Yes, Master."

Then, Zenobia folded her wings, returned to her ordinary appearance, followed Weilin and Kyle, and returned to Crescent City.

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